Chapter 54

Andrew rolled Thompson to the corner so the two remaining brothers could complete their plan. Thompson watched as they brought the last woman, Vivian, up from the cage. They had severely drugged her. Thompson knew what his fate was. He had seriously miscalculated his brothers’ anger, mindset and audacity. As he watched William and Andrew horribly tortured and mutilated the women, he felt a sense of pride at what he had helped create. Yes the years of abuse from their father was a large part of the outcome he saw, but his bullying and beating down of his brothers had finished molding them into the killers they were.

“Enjoying yourself? I hope so. I would hate for this to be for not.” William said as he pulled Thompson up off the table and waited for Andrew to do his part.

Thompson watched as the drugged woman was hefted over to him and placed in front of him. Andrew took her hand and scratched Thompson across the face with her nails and then when he was satisfied there was enough of a scratch, Andrew then took the scalpel from his pocket, placed it in her hand, tightened her grip, and then stabbed Thompson in the neck. His first stab was light and off mark, Andrew lined up again and stabbed a second time. This time he hit the jugular; he saw the wince in Thompson’s eyes and gave his brother a quick smile as he left the scalpel in his throat to prolong death by minutes.

“Okay William.” Andrew said. William let go of Thompson and let the man’s own weight fell him to the floor. Andrew was still holding the woman, when William slapped the woman and stabbed her with the other scalpel, letting it stick in her ribcage. The scene was set and the brothers had successfully set their brother up for the fall.

Andrew took a look around and then nodded his head to William. He left the room and went to clean up, pack and wait for a taxi to take him to the airport. Before William did the same thing, he looked at his brother who was breathing shallow and taking in the scene and then leaned down and removed the scalpel from Thompson’s neck.

“Adios brother, please know that I love you.”

William walked out of the room and went about the plan he and Andrew had set in motion only hours before.

Thompson felt outrage. “Love” he thought. “What utter crap.”

If only he could get his body to cooperate and get himself up and mobile, but the ketamine was working and in what was surely only seconds, yet felt like hours, he felt his life drain and in a blink of an eye his reign of tyranny was over.

As Thompson’s blood drained out of him onto the floor and onto the poor beaten woman lying in front of him, Andrew had left the house and made his way to the airport. With his alias passport he bought a ticket and boarded a plane to Bora Bora. William, who was only 40 minutes behind him, did the same with a one exception. William was destined to go to Greece.